Zhuan Yang heard his whisper and turned around: "What are you talking about?"

"No, it's nothing."

This is the clue written in the diary by the sixth prince.

The Qiankun Ring is on the left hand of Dry Bones.

But when Peng Yu looked at the withered bones in Wanshou Pavilion, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The flesh and blood on the skeleton completely disappeared, revealing pale golden bones. It was obvious that his martial arts cultivation was extremely high during his lifetime. He leaned against the jade wall, with a magic weapon placed on his right knee, but his left hand——

Only four fingers.

He has no ring finger and no ring either.

How can it be!

Why not?

"According to the clues from the Sixth Prince, there was a ring at the beginning."

Could it be that this ring was taken away?

Peng Yu thought of something and asked Ni Wanru: "Miss Ni, you said this place is called the Millennium Tomb. But how long has General Wuma been dead? Is it a thousand years?"

Ni Wanru's face paled, and murderous intent appeared on Murong Zheng's face.

Zhuan Yang said slowly: "The 200th year of Emperor Jing's reign, he died roughly during that period, which is the 2700th year of the Kunwu calendar. And now it is the 3500th year of the Kunwu calendar. This is the tomb of General Wuma.

, up to eight hundred years."

Ni Wanru's eyes flickered: "This 'thousand years' may be the old general's wish for immortality."

"The old general lived for seven hundred years, but in the end he could not escape the disaster of life and death. Later generations lamented his tragic fate, and it is not wrong to call this place the Millennium Tomb."

"Wouldn't it be better to call it the Wanshou Tomb? That's what it says on it?" Peng Yu said slowly: "Everyone, is this really your purpose? Is there a real thousand-year-old tomb outside this ancient tomb?"

Maybe, where is the ring?

"Also, is the archway we met outside really a road sign? Or is it the real guide archway to the Millennium Tomb?"

Suddenly, Murong Zheng took action!

Zhuan Yang was cautious and even glared at Sun Jing.

But Murong Zheng's target was not him, but the skeleton.

He shouted in a deep voice: "Something's wrong, everyone, be careful. There's something wrong with this skeleton."

Click——click——

The drooping skull of the skeleton slowly lifted up, and faint will-o'-the-wisps appeared in the eye sockets of its eyes, and it slowly looked at the people present.
Chapter completed!